Okay, I'm wet.
Not like slightly wet either.
No, I mean full on clothes soaked, water running down my back and into my eyes and you could probably wring lake erie out of my hair wet.
Did I mention that it's raining here? alot?
Puppy got out and I had to chase him, which led to me being 2 subdivisions away from home when it started POURING rain, like actual buckets all of a sudden.
On a slightly weirder note, I learned where the expression "It's raining cats and dogs came from."
See, back in the days when they still had thatched roofs, stray animals, such as cats and dogs, used to climb up into the thatch for warmth. But when it's raining the thatch gets all slick and animals go OVER the roof and it appears to be raining household pets. Luckily the rain washes away most of the blood so it all works out.
Okay, that was a little morbid.